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Saturn Will Shortly Rise

Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd?

In the human drama
no dialogue ends. It begins again
and the hero replays the tragedy.

The fight between one versus many
continues endlessly,
like jungle’s law
where a body is thrown to beasts.

Though I have run out my steps
I will count the miles, I have to scramble.
My hands tremble when I write the
epitaph of a dying light on mount.
It is getting dark now.
Saturn will shortly rise.

poem by Satish Verma
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Was it a spriritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd?

In the human drama
no dialogue ends. It begins again
and the hero replays the tragedy.

The fight between one versus many
continues endlessly,
like jungle’s law
where a body is thrown to beasts.

Though I have run out my steps
I will count the miles, I have to scramble.
My hands tremble when I write the
epitaph of a dying light on mount.
It is getting dark now.
Saturn will shortly rise.

poem by Satish Verma
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I think the longest Hour of all

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I think the longest Hour of all
Is when the Cars have come—
And we are waiting for the Coach—
It seems as though the Time

Indignant—that the Joy was come—
Did block the Gilded Hands—
And would not let the Seconds by—
But slowest instant—ends—

The Pendulum begins to count—
Like little Scholars—loud—
The steps grow thicker—in the Hall—
The Heart begins to crowd—

Then I—my timid service done—
Tho' service 'twas, of Love—
Take up my little Violin—
And further North—remove.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Heroes End

I heard a human voice who sang like no one else
I heard a proud lady singing loud
Lived her life as she liked, didnt give a damn
But soon she found she was underground and wasted
I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage
Her body shook oh, she did her stuff
She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much
If you take the smooth you gotta take the rough
Why do you have to die to be a hero
Its a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if youre a hero
When theres still so many things to say unsaid
I heard a mans guitar electrify a crowd
I felt the sound shower round
And he would take you with him where no musics been before
As you merged the power surge together
His music knew no limits if you were in its wake
You had no choice, no, but hear its voice
And you would listen hypnotized, and in a dream
But once so strong survive or become weak
Why do you have to die to be a hero
Its a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if youre a hero
When theres still so many things to say unsaid
If you gaze across timeless years youll find them always there
And many gods will join the list compiled with dying care
Hungry mouths are waiting to bite the hand that feeds
And so the living dead carry on immortal deeds
I saw on silver screen an actors rise to fame
But fast car user lose
That legends born from death and that is such a shame
cos evry year new ones appear
Why do you have to die to be a hero
Its a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if youre a hero
When theres still so many things to say unsaid.

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Second Creation

No strongest and biggest animal in this universe
No weakest and smallest animal in this universe
Only brave animal in this universe
Only coward animal in this universe
Hands, leg, teeth, fangs, stings and poison were
First creation for fighting and self- defense

This widened a great gap between the strong big
Animals and the weak small animals.
The strength of the weak was in blood and heart
Bullet, blades, tip, shell, clubs, and stick were
Second creation to bridge the gap between them

No more strength no more weakness
Only cowardice and courage now
This second creation changed the laws of universe
From respect or fear the king of men or jungle and beasts
To a new doctrine of:

‘’Through an eye of creator see yourself as a lion
Through an eye of humiliation see lion as a worm’’
Never answer provocation, threat, conquest, occupation,
or aggression by girl friendly/ smile or cowardly joke

Although l am neither amongst the biggest nor strongest
Animals in this jungle, I can assure all of you
From man to leopard, elephant to lion that
If Mount Everest provoke me,
And I think upon it, and I decide upon it
And I pass a resolution upon it
At 12 o’clock midday
It rubble can’t be seen
At 6 o’clock in the evening.

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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My Dear Moon

When the sunsets
When the day ends
When the night begins
When the moon lights
You rise in my heart

You make me sing
You make me dance
You make me smile
You rise in my heart
When the sunsets

I hear your words
I see your eyes
I see your smile
You rise in my heart
When the moon lights

You showed me light
You made me bright
You rise in my heart
When the sunsets
When the moon lights

When day light ends
When dark night begins
Rise in my heart
Show me moon light
O my dear moon

poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Endless walk part 2

while my body continues to move forward
the rain gets harder and the wind stronger
my thoughts are tormenting me i try to stay focused
ahead of me i see a dark light i'm terrified
because i know who is holding the light
i try to fight my body that keeps moving forward
why won't it listen to me, why won't it stop walking
i look around and see what's seems to be a door
it's open i reach for it will all my might but my arms don't move
while i'm slowly passing the door i break inside
i stop to fight my body that already not seems to be mine
i hear the door closing and prepare myself
for when i reach the one holding the dark light

poem by Paddy Jansen
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Steps

steps taken in stillness
resonate off the walls
of the universe...
creating waves,
waves upon waves,
that pound the shores
of indifference
till change arises,
and a new day begins!

steps taken in naked honesty,
peel back the layers of the wound.
find the tiny speck of the human,
beneath the rubble and the ruins.

steps taken in shared compassion
have the rhythm of human hearts,
beating out the sacred dance
in honor of what we're called to be...

steps taken together,
the very best of all!
from darkness into the light,
from captivity into freedom!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Samuel and Harold discuss Ovid's dictum

S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
S Or perhaps they seem to change
H Or seem to be different
S And we change too
H We’re not quite the same
S Though perhaps they only seem to change because we’ve changed
H Perhaps we’re different and they only seem to change
S On the other hand, perhaps times do change and we only seem to change
H Perhaps we only seem to change because times do change
S Or perhaps both change
H Perhaps neither stay the same
S That would make it difficult to tell
H It wouldn’t be easy
S Perhaps you’ve changed and I don’t notice it
H Or perhaps I’ve changed and you don’t notice it
S I feel mostly the same, though
H I don’t feel much different
S Though in some ways I feel different
H I don’t feel quite the same myself
S Life moves on
H It doesn’t stay the same
S Though I’d know you anywhere
H I can’t imagine not knowing you. Anywhere.
S Our plays change, but the dialogue…don’t you think?
H They are different, but the dialogue…as you say..
S Alive or dead… the play doesn’t change…
H Dead or alive…the play stays much the same, , ,
S Though the dialogue…
H Ah yes, the dialogue…
S Yours, for instance…
H Or indeed, yours…
S That dictum of Ovid…
H Ah yes, Ovid’s dictum...
S So true…
H Not untrue…
S Plus ca change... as they say, Harry...
H... plus ca la meme chose, as they say, Sam...

(Curtain)

For Jerry.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Lover's Laws

Blood is not your hero,
It's who it was that counts,
And death alone is not the love,
Nor blade and nor a mount,
No, blood is not a hero,
It's why it's shed that counts,
A red stains not a sign of love,
If the stain was done with doubt,
If a man is willing to kill,
The death is not his love,
For only what he's fighting for,
Can make his heart a dove,
And so I fight for you my dear,
I fight a worthy cause,
I fight the dark to keep you safe,
I fight with The Lover's Laws.

poem by Zexion The Poet
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Not Only Human

Morning is almost here - let it wait
I just want to lie here awhile, tempting fate
I dont think I could breathe now with you gone
But its not weakness its just something Ive begun
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When youre sleeping your ceramic
Youre surrounded by little stars
Every shimmer is a searchlight
Every planet is ours
Change the street change the decade
Still the longings left inside
But why am I too small to carry you?
Why does twilight make me cry?
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Life is something set to music
I can hear it when Im sad
Theres a chord in every muscle
Every kiss you ever had
Theres a power when youre near me
In our heads or in our bones
I know nothing but Im guessing
When we die were not alone
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only, yeah, human.
No, human, human.
Human.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Three Pretenders

Three pretenders forced their entry
There wasn't time to defend or attack
Somewhere inside I held their fury
But one by one my defenses began to crack
The first became a voice from my childhood
Without a world to call his own
Asking questions but doubting the answers
And too confused to stand up and face it alone
I can feel my body tremble
Like an animal under the gun
Can you feel your body tremble
Look in and see the eyes of Three Pretenders
The second came a shadowy hustler
Selling anything not nailed to the ground
He put a price on my resistance
And if it's high, I know he'll be marking it down
The third became a mysterious traveller
Stormy words like sea-weathered sails
His life was scarred with peaks and valleys
A haunted kingdom crumbling against the gales
I can feel my body tremble
Like a child afraid of the dark
Can you feel your body tremble
Look in and see the eyes of Three Pretenders

song performed by by Kansas
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The Tango

Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,

in the pocket a grenade explodes;
a girl gets raped in broad day light
to receive a compensation
under a leaky roof of frozen hunger:

the emptiness in bed
stirs a grain, a deemed birth of catastrophe
one classical tragedy begins

a lighthouse shuts when the ship sinks,
let us go on the bank to find the needles –
to start a dialogue with the moon,

when the tide comes
it will throw some heroes

SATISH VERMA

poem by Satish Verma
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Where The Sidewalk Ends

Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Some people leave
And never come back
Some stay in touch
Some loose track
Your mind kept sayin
Come on lets go
You started learnin
What you dont need to know
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
Ill wait for you
In the cold dark night
You might come back
You had to go
Where the sidewalk ends
Ill never know
Hide from the future
Run from the past
I guess Ill stay here
As long as I can last
Whistle still blowin
But the train is gone
Aint no wheels
Gonna take me from my home
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot

song performed by by George Strait
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The Hero Did Rise!

Once in a time when struggles existed
trials were many, and evil persisted:
there came a great fight in the dark of the night
and in destiny's eyes
the hero did rise!

Surrounded with hope, and cloked with the Spirit
he stood in the darkness and, lo, did not fear it.
With demons beguiling, and Lucifer smiling:
against his demise
the hero did rise!

With loss in his heart, and blows to his soul;
the vicious assault was beyond his control.
Yet, strong did he stand, upheld by God's hand
and despite their vain tries
the hero did rise!

The king of all demons in undaunted measures,
lusted to seal him as unto his pleasures.
But, he was resisting, and also persisting
in fighting the lies as
the hero did rise!

Too strong for the devil, he overcame death
and yelled through the darkness with fiery breath:
'You can not defeat me! Nor hope to retreat me!
Your immanence dies! '
The hero did rise!

poem by Chris Schleier
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Sugar Curls

You can count the stars
and the count will be incomplete.

You can count times
I've looked for you
in dreams
I've dreamed.

You can count the hours
I've marked,
my stomach knotting
etching time across my heart
since I've seen your face.

I know how many steps
to your house;
your phone number backwards;

the colors in your eyes,

how many sighs
I make
looking at your photograph.

If there in a number to infinity
then you can see me circling back;

starting again infinitely.

Lower me down to deepest depths
count my fathoms there
plumb these and more
for our ocean is endlessly
deep.

How many grains in beachy sand?
I know having sifted each.

What is the size of this love for you?
There is no count of instances,
for that is a number which cannot be reached.

Simply put
you count with me;
together we
count twice infinitely.

Oh so sweet
are the sugar
grains
whose white dotted
fractals
swirl
in our hearts;

rotating
Love Curls

circling
endlessly.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Song About The Moon

If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon

song performed by by Paul Simon
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Holy Spirit

I lift heavy legs and groping for glasses,
stumble through my dark house
to see if night will return the sky.

Aching for the new day
I sip strong coffee
and write.

Listen! Birdsong rings
from dark trees.

Wise winter birds
know that the world
begins
and ends
with song.

With the rush of wings
they teach me,
how to capture the infant sun!

They show me
how, with trill and vibrato,
to end the dreary night.

They use breath and light
to rise to heaven,
and renew with love
the face
of the earth.

poem by Steven Federle
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